Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}

GangstersCry_Cp 12

Waking up on a Saturday, I felt pretty relaxed. That is, until my mind flooded with fluffy caramel hair and dimples. 'I can't catch a break!' I thought in the shower, washing my boring brown locks. Pulling the shower curtain aside, I look into the bathroom mirror, frowning at the deep sunken black eyes and bags that shown from a distance. Eyes wandering down, I notice my chest looking sickly, thinner than usual from missing two days of food twice in a row.

With a scornful pout, I throw the curtains back, turning off the water. Grabbing for a towel, I avoid all eye contact with the huge mirror above the sink directly to my left. Searching, I find a nice fluffy blue towel to dry off with, pleasantly lulled by the calm silence in the house. The heater turned on warms my face slightly from an overhead vent, making me smile.  'I'm going to see you today, myserious boy.' Laughing, I throw on my best baby pink shirt, showing my little to no definition of arms from drumming. Taking a second, I think of what he'd say if he knew I was home schooled .

Shaking my head, I cut off my thoughts, turning to my phone for a song to play. A light upbeat melody plays through my speaker, rocking through my veins pleasantly.
"Mad as Rabbits"

Picking up my underwear, I decide whether or not it was best to wear my obvious bright pink ones. 'I really like the color  pink, though. I'm going to dye my hair that one day,' I happily imagine while putting the undergarments on. 'Nah, I'll never be that confident, haha.' Pulling on my tightest set of black jeans, I face to the mirror, placed with my best smile, walking over to my room.

Fiddling with my earphones, I shove the buds in my ears, tapping my feet to the beat. Watching the sun rise outside my window shades, I get up to go to the kitchen, surprised with a written note on the table.

"I'm off to an emergency teacher meeting- pick up oats and whipped cream @ market

Love, Mom"

Rolling my eyes, I feel myself gravitate to the kitchen counter, noticing some cut up fruit and toast. Stomach rumbling, I grab the toast and place some fruit on a nearby plate. Serving myself, I scroll through my phone, bored with the abundance of noise. Frowning, the lights pour over my head in semi-blinding glares. Soft munching noise fills the kitchen, letting my thoughts go on like a symphony.

'Mmm, hazelnut eyes,' munch munch- 'Tan, warm skin that most likely shivers under my touch..'
Face burning up with embarrassment, my mind unfogs with the thought of his grin.
'Paired with ridiculous leggings to finish the look.'
Munch, swallow. Smiling, I pick up my plate and throw away the remains absent minded, aware of the pull towards my bike.
'I'm sure Mom wouldn't mind me taking a small detour...'
I spin around in a 360 turn, lost to where our pencils and paper had gone. Shuffling around shelves for a bit, I find a notepad with a sharpie.
Biting my cheek, I write as legible as I could manage, excitement exploding,

'Off to the local mall. Will get groceries on the way back home-

From Josh'

With a loud click of the cap, I place down the marker and paper, ripping the page out. Placing it delicately over her note, I nod, marching over to my room. On the top corner of my comforter, I spot my phone and backpack tossed in a pile. Reaching the side of my bed, I adjust the ear buds, shoving the melody of two unknown singers harmonizing.

'I heard somewhere that the singer is still in highschool ...wonder if it's true.'  Scratching my nose, I shake my head, fixed on seeing him. I double check to make sure I have my wallet and go on my way out the house. Hoping on my bike, headphones blasting into another song, I hum along, thinking about his appreciation for music.

'Who are you, boy?'